you'd think they've never seen a woman before," she again muttered to herself, walking toward the crowd. Sonic Wave and Sabre were the center of a lot of attention. Attention she doubted they had asked for or wanted. 'What a time for the other females to be gone'
The men failed to notice her approach until she spoke. "Gentlemen, let
them breathe." Her voice made many of them jump. Her tone was not
orderly but still held a clip, strong resonance. They spun around,
several saluting her. She raised a hand to her forehead, too, but not in
salute. She covered her eyes and rubbed at her temples, waving them off
with her other hand. "Don't. I dislike the attention it draws. Just a
friendly 'hello' will do." She smiled warmly at them, dropping her hand
to her side. "I could use a locale in which I will likely find
Shitwreck... I mean Shipwreck."
Several smiles were returned. Wet Suit chuckled before answering, "He said something about funeral arrangements, last rights, and a will before taking off like his ass was catching."
"Ah," she answered as if enlightened. She then choked her head and jaw.
"Do I come across that bad?" She asked sincerely. She did not want to intimidate them too much.
"We don't know you, Ma'am, but you did seem awfully upset with him. You
were scary, if I may say so," Falcon said as he sidled up to her. Her
eyes told the others that she was quite aware of his intentions. He was
a flirt when Jinx was around. He was ten times worse when she was not.
"It's nice to be so intimidated by a woman occasionally. If you need
someone to show you around..." A large black gloved hand fell on
Falcon's shoulder. He turned to see Snake Eyes, Shipwreck in tow. "I'm
making a move here, Snakes," he hissed as though she could not hear a
word he was saying. The hand on his shoulder was instantly on his neck.
"Man... you got... a... woman," Falcon choked out.
"You do, too," Shipwreck pointed out. "Besides, he's go a personal attachment to this one. Best back off." He read the look on Obsidia's face. "She'd swab the deck with you, anyhow. She don't need him protecting her." The last was said somewhat pointedly to Snake Eyes, who let go of Falcon and stepped back. Shipwreck crossed his arms looking very unhappy. "Let's go, Obsidia. I want to make this quick."
"You and I both, Shit... Shipwreck." She started to leave with him then
turned back, doubting the two women were safe yet. "I don't want to get
off on the wrong foot, but leave the ladies alone. That's an order if it
has to be. I'm not a tight ass. I just don't think you are thinking.
Treat them like fellow soldiers first then as ladies. Respect them,
boys. Remember they have your back out there same as the rest of the
guys. Make them want to protect it, not put a cap in your asses instead"
Gung Ho caught her arm as she started to leave again. "You sure you're
Navy?"
"No, I'm from the Martian Fleet," she replied dryly then smirked. "Oui,
Monsieur Etteine, I am. Though, I don't know how my speech would make a
distinction." She patted his arm. "Though, to go into your branch
bickering, I recently partook of a jarhead training course. They made me
and a couple other Navy officers stop when we made them look bad." Her
smirk grew. Shipwreck and Snake Eyes recognized the look. She was the
cat about to catch the mouse, or mice.
"Sure, Squid, I bet they did." He sounded and looked skeptical. He could hardly believe the Marines would ask a few Navy officers to stop running a course, especially because they were out doing the Marines.
"Actually..." Sabre tried to but in before this got out of hand. She had been there. She knew the truth and did not want to see the Marines eat crow.
"06:00, Jarhead. You can even bring Leatherneck and Hardcore. I'll mop the deck with all three of you."
"Before you..." Sabre tried again.
"Guys?" Gung Ho looked at the other two men. They both nodded. "You're on, Squid. Even your SEAL boys have trouble keeping up with us." Sabre groaned and put her head in her hand. "Something wrong, sugar?" He turned to her, missing Obsidia's triumphant, cat in the creme, smile.
"I was there. They smoked us. They really did ask her and the others to stop shooting us down, so to speak."
"Well," Gung Ho was still not going to back down. He was resilient to the end. "They were seasoned officers against rookie cadets."
Obsidia's grin grew. She tasted victory and the spoils of it. "No, they were taking on some of the top of the class as well as the drill instructors," Sabre said matter-of-factly. Gung Ho paled slightly, but did not let her words affect him. He was running the course with Obsidia if it killed him, and he was going to do his best to win.
"Don't worry too much," Obsidia again patted his arm. "It just runs in my family is all." She winked before leaving with Shipwreck. Snake Eyes watched them closely, failing to hear Falcon talking to him until the man yelled.
"Hey! Snakes!" Falcon waved his hand in front of the ninja's face. Snake Eyes turned to him. "What kind of personal attachment? Is Scarlet about to be free? I'm sure Duke would..." Snake Eyes decked him faster than the others could blink right in the nose. Falcon reeled back and grabbed his face with a yell.
She, he pointed after Obsidia who could be heard down the hall yelling at Shipwreck, is my little sister. Many of the Joes shared looks. Some of them knew about Terri. Where had this sister come from though? Why had he never brought her up?
Gung Ho watched Snake Eyes leave then broke the silence. "That would explain it running in the family," he said with a worried tone. "Marines, we are toast." The other two nodded, Sabre having left while the attention was on Falcon and Snake Eyes. They were no match at all if she was ninja trained like her brother, or half the soldier he was for that matter.
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"You are sea slime!" The lone occupant of the hanger cringed as Obsidia and Shipwreck walked in. Her voice was upset and rather loud. "Do you have any idea what that feels like? It hurts like hell!" Her voice also bounced around against the walls.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay. I never meant for you to actually lay down on it. It was a joke!" He defended. "Have you ever seen the movie Mister..."
"Roberts?" Obsidia cut him off. The movie was good, she would admit that, but a bane to all naval commanders in charge of smart asses like Hector Delgado. She sighed as he nodded. "Yes, I have, but no marbles were ever put in my air duct. They were put in your damn fool head in place of brains!" Shipwreck cringed himself at that. She could get very loud.
"Can I help you, Shipwreck?" Ace walked up to them, sounding half as tired as he felt. He wanted away from the loud woman and into a bed.
"Just got back?" Shipwreck gave him a sympathetic look. Ace had been out for about twelve hours on a run to somewhere Shipwreck could not remember. The pilot had been on a lengthy mission just before that. He looked like the walking dead.
"Yeah. Who's this?" He motioned to Obsidia, who was eyeing Shipwreck pointedly. "She seems to know you quite well." He smiled slightly, not up to a big smile.
"Obsidia. She's one of the new teammates. Obsidia, Ace." The two shook hands. She smiled.
"You are getting a hell of a pilot, Ace. Sonic Wave can out fly the best and out shoot the sharpest. She's the best there is. Period. I've flown with her, seen it first hand."
Ace regarded her a moment. She was dressed in black fatigues and a black sweater. She hardly looked like a pilot, but around the PIT one never knew. "You fly?"
"Navy has aircrafts, too." She kept her smile.
"Yeah, they do, but nothing like us fly boys." He gave her a small smirk.
"Uh huh... Well, let's continue, Shitwreck. I need to get to Hawk's office and start on the budget. Ace looks to need a bed."
"Sure thing, Obshitia." He smiled innocently as she rolled her eyes.
"Clever, barnacle breath. Think that up yourself?" She smirked at Ace.
"Pleasure meeting you, Ace." She shoved Shipwreck toward the door.
"Hopefully I'll still be sane when we see one another again," she muttered more to herself. Ace chuckled. She had yet to hear his own reputation, obviously. He shook his head and took off to find a hot shower and a soft bed.
